01x03 - Entradas

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You're not being specific.

Your writing style is too circuitous.

The book is a metaphor.
You know what that is, right?

Of course, I do, Ana.

Can you take care of this?
I need it by 5:00 p.m. Thanks.

-You didn't like it?
-That's not it, Ana.

You're not gonna publish it?

Why don't we work together
on another draft?

We could bring in Justine.
She's an excellent editor.

No.

I'm not interested, thanks.

Come on, Ana.

Seriously?

Thanks.

Aren't we having lunch?

No, I'm meeting María.
I guess I forgot to mention it.

Bye.

FILTHY ENVY

Ana, I really admire your strength.

But I'm still really angry.

And hungry. That's why I ordered bread.

Excuse me, I ordered bread 20 minutes ago.

Didn't Flora offer to work on it with you?

Yes, of course, she did.

You know, I won't compromise.
I have to stay true to myself.

No, I understand, but...

I also think you have to be flexible.

Especially in this industry.

You have to be open to advice
and willing to listen.

Don't you think?

Yes, but at what price?

Right...

Imagine if I were a singer

who trained all her life
to sing at the opera.

And when my big break comes along,
it's not to sing,

but to give the director a blowjob.

Would you do it?

Is that your analogy?
That has nothing to do...

Would you?

No, that's completely different.

Come on, Ana, no.

Did Flora read your manuscript?

Here's your bread.
Would you like some coffee?

What?

-I spilled some.
-She's publishing it, right?

This guy's high on marijuana, isn't he?

No, he hasn't smoked at all.

You're kidding.

Unbelievable.

I offered, but he didn't want any.

No way.

I thought Ana would be the one
to lose her mind in all this.

Ana's not the sanest person either.

No, man.

Suck on this a little if you want.

That's disgusting.

She won't open the door. Let's leave.

I'm freezing.

Enough of this sh*t!

Ana!

Ana!

It was María.
She was the one knocking on the door.

Ana, I'm sorry. I was such an a*s.
Things got out of hand.

I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

And I'm hungry, I want to eat.

There aren't any potatoes.
I threw them out.

That's even better.

We won't get fat eating carbs.
Can we come in to eat?

Yes, we'll eat, but first,
we have to start over.

What do you mean?

I need you to go out
and then come back in.

-That way, we'll start on the right foot.
-What?

It sounds crazy, but you'll see, it's not.

Are you serious?

Yes, please go out and then come in again

so that we can eat in peace.

Don't look at me like that.

Where did you learn this?
Family constellations therapy?

Or Coelho?

-Are you mocking me?
-It's just a question.

-Neuro-linguistics!
-Enneagram?

You're mocking me.

-Let's not fight now.
-Nobody's fighting.

Osho!

Leave.

-Again? Seriously?
-Get out.

-It was a joke.
-I said, get the hell out.

Why were you making fun of her?

She was being ridiculous.

"On the right foot." I mean, come on.
I can't...

Constellations, yogis, psychiatrists,
it doesn't matter.

If Ana says so, I believe her, period.

I think it's crazy.

Listen, you can't pretend to be okay
when you're obviously not.

Aren't you happy to see us?

-Of course, I am.
-How about you, Flora?

Yes, very happy.

-So?
-It's not the same thing.

It's like a couple thinking that
going on a trip, or having a baby,

or some other change in routine
will solve all their problems.

What do you know? Your relationships
never last more than three months!

Don't tell me you two are fighting now.

Sorry, I didn't mean it like that.

Five.

"Five" what?

My last relationship was five months!

So, now what? Should we head to the bar?

-Yes!
-No, I can't do that to Ana.

Then the only solution is
to do what my father did.

Whenever he felt guilty about something,
he'd come home with a chicken

to diffuse the situation.

-It's our only hope.
-Find me a chicken then.

Okay!

Ana, sweetie, this is for you.

To Ana, with love!

What beautiful eyes you have

Under those two eyebrows

Under those two eyebrows

What beautiful eyes you have

They want to look at me

But you don't let them

But you don't let them

Even blink

Wait, we need a deep breath.

My sweet girl

From Málaga

Would've preferred a vallenato.

It's because of the Botox, honey.

Look, I can't do the accordion.

Are we going to do this properly now?

From this point on,
we'll have a lovely evening, okay?

Chardonnay.

Ready?

Please, don't sing.

For the record,
I was the one feeling like sh*t.

-Hi!
-Hello!

-Welcome!
-Hey, sis.

-Come in!
-Anita, sweetheart!

-Here's the wine you asked me to bring.
-Chardonnay!

It's a privilege to have the most famous
person in the country here, in my home.

-Anita, sweetie!
-I'm so happy to see you!

I really am happy.

Please, come in. Welcome.

What can I get you?

-Fire water?
-Wine?

How about some aguardiente?

I have a bottle on ice.

-Really?
-Come.

See? She did have some.

-I remember that!
-Yes...

María, Ana has a gift for you.

There's more?

I wanted to give it to you after dessert,
but Tina just ruined the surprise.

What an idiot.

I custom-ordered it for your birthday
but it came late,

so thought I'd save it for Christmas.

But it's perfect
to celebrate your success.

-Thank you.
-Open it!

Thank you so much.

-Of course!
-No...

-So kind.
-Open it!

Do you like it?

Is it a Zavala?

That's María's ex, right?

He's in such high demand.

Yet Ana claims she's broke.

What's this?

-Some sort of revenge?
-What?

Didn't you notice?
Is he trying to get back at me, or what?

That b*stard painted my n*pples!

-n*pples? Where do you see any n*pples?
-Look.

Those are just brush strokes.
I don't see any n*pples.

Here's the face, the neck, and
that son of a b*tch painted my n*pples!

-Come on, sweetie.
-So what? What's the big deal?

You have nice n*pples.

María's n*pples are off.

They point in opposite directions.
Haven't you noticed?

-I don't know...
-Not in, but out...

Yes, of course.

Wait, can you please
stop talking about my n*pples?

If he painted your n*pples, Marí,

he painted them evenly.

Like slices of bologna, but well-aligned.

They look nothing like bologna.

-Bologna?
-Well...

Let's have a look
to see if Zavala has good memory.

-Please.
-Yes, come on.

-Let me see.
-Me too!

You don't know anything about art.

I swear, that man painted my n*pples.

-Then let us see, sweetie.
-Yeah.

Why are you insisting it?

-Let's see.
-Come on.

María, you know,
I think I have that same problem too!

If I'm right, you and I
with misaligned n*pples are more...

Tina!

Yes, they're a little off.

-Show us.
-No.

-Stop it.
-Yes, come on.

Show us! Show us your n*pples!

-Let's see.
-Go on, María!

-Let's see.
-You're really something else.

Yes, well...

Just a little.

In your case,
it's just a surgical mistake.

Darling, t*ts are t*ts
and n*pples are n*pples,

if you don't like them, screw you!

-Cheers to our n*pples!
-Cheers to that!

-I can't stand seeing him like that.
-What?

-I can't stand seeing him like that.
-It breaks one's heart.

No.

Yeah.

We have to do something.

I think you're right.

Better, right?

Yes, completely different.

Let me finish my story.

After the ceremony,
they took us to dinner in a castle.

-A castle?
-Castle?

-It belongs to some count.
-A count?

-I don't remember exactly.
-You don't remember the count's name?

-I'd had a few drinks.
-Joaquín de Meneses y Bracamonte...

-Did you get drunk?
-No, just a little tipsy.

We'd been drinking whiskey since 9:00 a.m.

Anita, this is absolutely delicious!

It really is.

It's made with love.

Really, it was.

Tina, aren't you going to try this?

No, I don't eat fried food.

I could never count
every gram of fat I eat, that's no fun.

This salad is so good. It's all I need.

And let me say, this wine is delicious.

Chardonnay.

But wine is fattening too.

Anything is in excess.

The difference is that I exercise.

Yes, but you have time,
I'm busy working...

María, were you nervous?

Journalists can be a real pain.

How did your speech go?

Thank you very much.

I'm extremely grateful.

It's nice to see the literary field
expanding to be more inclusive of women.

Our voices are now prominently represented

across different genres,
from essays to novels.

From now on, books by women will fill
more library shelves and bookshop windows.

And you'll find that the lists
of award-winning authors

will come to be full of
more and more women's names

as we march down the path
towards our ultimate objective: equality.

Thank you very much.

So, what we saw on TV was
the entire speech?

Yes.

Why do you ask?

No...

I expected it to be a little longer.

You thought it was short?

No, not at all.

After all, it is your speech.

Or Flora's speech.

Your speech should be written
from the heart.

You really should capitalize
on such an important moment.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Women's literature is a reductive concept.

It limits our analysis
to sensitivity and intuition.

We shouldn't be talking in these terms.

Instead, we should be talking about
a feminization of writing.

Breaking from traditional discourse,
challenging standard forms,

and shattering rigid structures
and norms that have been instilled in us

so that we can move past
classic archetypes

to understand things differently

using language in a new way...

You think I blew it with a weak speech?

-I didn't say that.
-Then, what did you say?

Does it matter?

That's why I'm asking.

It was well-targeted to your readers.

It was straightforward and interesting.

And it spoke directly to women.
Right, Tina?

What?

What type of women?

-You know.
-No, I don't.

Your concept of women
is different from mine.

-We've discussed this.
-But no...

You know what?

I don't give a sh*t.

I don't care if my speech was good or bad,

or if Ana liked it
or if Tina understood it.

I don't care about the castle,
or getting drunk,

or what journalists said about me.
I don't care!

Right now, I'd give up everything,

anything,

to still have Juan.

Oh, Marí...

Juan didn't leave you for someone else,
did he?

How do you know?

That's what my heart tells me.

"I thought your novel
would heal open wounds,

"that pain we feel
deep down in our hearts, but no.

"It didn't help at all.

"It didn't help
justify anything because..."

Look at what he says about the book.

You want to know?

"You poor thing,
reduced to writing a self-help book

"to align
with Flora's commercial interests.

"It has been stripped of
any literary value

"and does not reflect
your true potential."

Juan left me. Not for someone else,

but because of me.

I think I'm an utterly unbearable person.

I don't even want to live with myself.

Don't say things like that.

It's true.

You know Juan.

He's a saint.

I never learned to fully appreciate him.

I never had time for him.
I didn't treat him well.

I took my marriage for granted.

I thought nothing could ever pull us apart
after what we'd been through.

And look at me now.

That's not so bad, really.
I thought you'd got caught!

Tina!

-"Caught"?
-Doing what?

What did I miss?

They were bound
to find out sooner or later.

María has a lover,
just like everyone else.

Girls, María has a lover!

-Tina!
-A lover?

-Tina!
-A lover?

Is this true?

Well...

María?

María!

Yes, I have a lover.

My best friend has a lover
and I'm the last to find out?

-No one knew.
-Tina knew!

No, let me be clear,
I found out by accident.

-Otherwise, I wouldn't know.
-How did you find out?

Don't even think about it.

It just so happens...

-No.
-Unfortunately,

I caught them in the act.

What?

In my apartment!

What were you two doing there?

No, I was knitting,

just having a bite to eat...

Right, but I mean, how did this happen?

María has a spare key
in case of emergency.

But she failed to mention
she was the one in a state of emergency.

So, I come home for lunch one day

and here's María giving
this guy a blowjob!

Over my grill!

sh*t, I mean, there are so many other
more comfortable spots.

Why were they doing it over my grill?

Actually, it's more like a hot plate.

You get a great view from there...

Over a grill?

It's because of my knee injury.
I can't kneel.

You're so inconsiderate.
I had to buy a new grill.

I couldn't get that image
of the two of you out of my mind.

My God! I need more wine.

What would she do?

If we can be serious for a moment,

how'd Ana react
to the news of María's book?

As you'd expect.

-So she's furious.
-Yeah.

She's in denial,
trying to hide her feelings.

I feel sorry for her.

Her novel was fantastic.
I mean, really good!

It's like she channeled the pain of losing
her baby into something powerful.

Then Flora "Scissorhands" comes along
and turns it into a self-help book.

-It's absurd.
-Why flip the mattress at this hour?

She stole her power.

María sold out. She lost all her power.

I don't know, Leo,

life's too short
to be seeking other people's approval.

sh*t! I'm 40 years old,

and I've spent my entire life
postponing things because of that.

I want to have a baby.

-What about you?
-What?

How do you feel about all this?

LAZY BOYS

It's been good and bad.

She's frustrated professionally,
so she wants a baby.

We've been trying for months and nothing.

Ana thought maybe she was too old,

she felt guilty for not having
a baby earlier when I had wanted,

although I asked her repeatedly.

Then, after many tests
and visits to the doctor,

they told us it's complicated
because it turns out, I have lazy sperm.

What the hell?

Lazy sperm? So even your sperm are lazy?

Can you f*cking believe that?

So, the doctor suggested more frequency
and greater precision.

Of course,
Ana became more obsessed than ever.

But you said some things were good.

Yes, that's right.

Now, we have sex more often,
she's more into it...

"Into it"? That sounds...

Yeah, I think

we've increased our average
over the last few years.

It's not just any kind of sex.

No, this is like angry, vengeful sex.

It's great.

Great!

It's like make-up sex.

Congratulations, I'm glad to hear it.

Good for you.

Enjoy it.

I'm telling you to enjoy it now

because when the baby's born,
you won't get any.

That's what happened to me
with my first wife.

Seriously?

-How do you know it'll be the same for me?
-I just know.

It sounds like a horror story
you hear around a campfire.

That's why I'm telling you, enjoy it.

I don't think this is funny.

I want to know everything,
down to the last detail.

When? Who is he? What's his name?
How long has this been going on?

Marí, are you okay?

I can't stop thinking about Juan.

What? But you said
you were planning to leave Juan.

You wanted to leave Juan?

Yes, you told me
you wanted to run away with your lover.

I want to k*ll her,
I swear, I want to k*ll her.

-You wanted to run away with him?
-Your lover?

-All right, yes!
-So?

I was going to leave Juan.
I didn't want him to leave me.

There's a big difference.

I never thought your marriage would end.

You never know what others truly desire.

Lovers are necessary in any relationship.

-I'm entitled to a lover.
-Really?

I've never had a lover.

You can't have a lover
unless you have a boyfriend, Tina!

I have a lover.

It's battery-powered.

In 30 seconds
it releases tension and boosts my energy.

Flora's even efficient with her orgasms.

I can't do that either.

Why not?

Because I'm multi-orgasmic.
My orgasms last for hours on end.

-It's horrible.
-Is that possible?

Of course.

Sorry, I'm so out of it,

I only have one orgasm
and I don't have a lover.

-You must have a vibrator!
-You never had a lover?

You never told me you had a lover.

-I did mention it.
-You said he was a friend.

We started as friends and became lovers.

You never told me.

-You just forgot.
-I'd never forget anything like that.

What does it matter if I told you or not?
I'm telling you now.

-I have a lover.
-Since when?

It's been a while.

Do I know him?

Who is it?

María, stop being secretive,
I want to know.

So do I! And you, Tina?

I'll tell you, it's Samuel Wes... Welmer.

Werner?

Now, I'm really going to k*ll her.

-Werner? The poet?
-Yes, him!

Wow! I'd never have guessed.

Me neither.

Isn't he a little young?

No, he's a great guy.

He's sensitive with a good sense of humor,
and he's a wonderful poet.

-Tell us, is he good in bed?
-That too.

-Did you sleep with him too, Tina?
-No, he's not my type,

I saw some of his bits...

When did you last see him?

Last week.

He seems so pale to me.

-You never liked that.
-That's not why I don't...

What day?

Tuesday.

I'd send him out for some sun.

His melanin is low, like a baby.

That's not possible, you can't be lovers.

We've managed pretty well so far.

Totally!

You can't be lovers

because Samuel and I are lovers.